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Cæsar.

Antony,

Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once

Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Piar frown.

Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel

Did famine follow, whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more. Covered Than savages could suffer thou didst drink The stale of horses and the gilded puddle? w.a ellow Which beasts would cough at; thy palate then did deign The roughest berry on the rudest hedge;

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Seum Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsedst; on the Alps
It is reported thou didst eat strange flesh,
Which some did die to look on: and all this-
It wounds thine honour that I speak it now—
Was borne so like a soldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

Lepidus.

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"didn't grow this under gs. diet.

'Tis pity of him.
Cæsar. Let his shames quickly
Drive him to Rome. Tis time we twain

tis pity it shd. be so;

for

Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end him
Assemble we immediate council: Pompey
Thrives in our idleness.

Lepidus. Farewell, my lord. What you shall know mean

Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir,

It is

business too. my

time

SCENE V. Alexandria. Cleopatra's Palace.

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, IRAs, and MARDIAN.

Cleopatra. That I might sleep out this great gap of time

My Antony is away.
Charmian.

You think of him too much.

1.E.S Madam, I trust, not so.

∙Saying so

Cleopatra. O, 't is treason!

Charmian.

Cleopatra. Thou, eunuch Mardian !
Mardian.
What's your highness' pleasure?
Cleopatra. Not now to hear thee sing.—O Charmian,
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?

bec. He carries heit his should helmet

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O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony !
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st?
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm
And burgonet of men.-He's speaking now
Or murmuring 'Where's my serpent of old Nile?
For so he calls me; now I feed myself
With most delicious poison.-Think on me,
That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black,
And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar,
When thou wast here above the ground, I was
A morsel for a monarch; and great Pompey
Would stand and make his eyes grow in my brow:
There would he anchor his aspect and die
With looking on his life.

Alexas.

Enter ALEXAS.

Sovereign of Egypt, hail!

Cleopatra. How much unlike art thou Mark Antony !

Yet, coming from him, that great medicine hath Lumed With his tinct gilded thee.cre to gold How goes it with my brave Mark Antony?

.. Alexas. Last thing he did, dear queen,

philosopher's stone

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He kiss'd, the last of many doubled kisses,-
This orient pearl. His speech sticks in my heart.
Cleopatra. Mine ear must pluck it thence.

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musel yt Alexas.

'Good friend,' quoth he,

Say, the firm Roman to great Egypt sends
This treasure of an oyster; at whose foot,
2. To mend the petty present, I will piece

Her opulent throne with kingdoms: all the east,
Say thou, shall call her mistress.' So he nodded,
And soberly did mount an arm-gaunt steed,
Who neigh'd so high, that what I would have spoke

Was beastly dumb'd by him.

like a beast Cleopatra.

isparate

such word.
out is

What, was he sad or merry? as he was Alexas. Like to the time o' the year between the extremes 4.4. Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.

Cleopatra. O well-divided disposition! Note him, it's Just Note him, good Charmian, 't is the man, but note him: whathe He was not sad, for he would shine on those

That make their looks by his; he was not merry,
Which seem'd to tell them his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his joy; but between both.
O heavenly mingle!-Be'st thou sad or merry,
4. The violence of either thee becomes,

Extremes

So does it no man else.-Met'st thou my posts?
Alexas. Ay, madam, twenty several messengers.
Why do
send so thick?
you
Cleopatra.

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Who's born that day

is good

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When I forget to send to Antony,

Shall die a beggar.-Ink and paper, Charmian.-
Welcome, my good Alexas.-Did I, Charmian,
Ever love Cæsar so?

Cleopatra. Be chok'd with such another emphasis !
Say, the brave Antony.

Cleopatra. By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
If thou with Cæsar paragon again batteris

My man of men.

Charmian.

compar

are

By your most gracious pardon,

I sing but after you.

necess, unipe, Cleopatra.

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My salad days,

When I was green in judgment,-cold in blood,

Το say as I said then!-But, come, away;

Get me ink and paper.

He shall have every day a several greeting,
Or I'll unpeople Egypt.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I. Messina. Pompey's House.

Enter POMPEY, MENECRATES, and MENAS, in warlike manner.

Pompey. If the great gods be just, they shall assist

The deeds of justest men.

Menecrates.

That what they do delay, they not deny.

Pompey. Whiles we are suitors to their throne, decays

The thing we sue for.

Menecrates.

We, ignorant of ourselves,

Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers

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